I think I've been super nice! Well, more careful ... you know? I was still trying to learn your body language. When I can go for a kiss, touch you and stuff ... [ he leaned back against the driver's seat, one hand loose on the steering wheel as the other tapped idly against bakugou's knee. the traffic light ahead glowed an unyielding red, its reflection faint on the car's hood. denji mulls over his words a bit, going quiet before admitting. ] I guess I was a little nervous too.
[ when feelings slipped into the mix, he found himself yearning to make the experience more special instead of what he originally wanted to do when he walked into the city, before getting too close to bakugou, all he ever wanted was just casual sex. he just wanted to feel anything but utter crap to the point he didn't care who'd be willing to entertain him, and— thinking back, he's fucking glad it didn't go that way. he really is. he was glad it was bakugou, and it will always be one of the most memorable experiences in his life. he then glanced at the other boy, the corner of his mouth quirked up, unbothered at the way a few strands of hair twirled rebelliously over his eyes. he could almost predict the smack coming his way, the unspoken silent threat. how can anyone look so menacing and calm at the same time? it's so damn sexy. as much as he wanted to test his lover's boundaries, go in for a proper grope, denji wasn't too fond of letting someone else catch a glimpse of their moment together. a hand on the knee and thigh is fine; anything more felt like an invitation to a bored neighbor to enjoy a free show. with that, he pulled his hand away, joining the other. ]
I'm not going to be nice next year. Just saying.
[ the light turned green, and the car rolled smoothly onto the highway, merging with the flow of traffic. a bright exit sign loomed in the distance, and denji flicked on his turn signal, moving into the right lane. he could almost taste that delicious burger already, starved after that long hike and intense workout, so he plans to spoil himself tonight. he scoffed lightly at bakugou's comment, but he kept a certain thought in the privacy of his own mind. listen, how can he confess that bakugou looked good like that? with tears filling each corner of his eyes? overwhelmed, flustered, and a little sprinkle of pleasurable pain? it would come off like a confession of a sadist. he's comfortable with this boy now but not that bold! (yet). ] Ah, I was teasing. But I hope you like it. I had fun planning it.
[ denji takes the turn, the off-ramp curved gently downward, pulling them away from the rush of the highway and onto a quieter stretch of road lined with fast food chains and gas stations. the familiar glow of the burger spot's sign came into view, and considering how popular it is, the waiting line of the drive-through is a testament. snow fell in lazy spirals around them, the flakes illuminated briefly in the glow of the headlights before disappearing into the darkness. shit. if this keeps up, they might wake up in a new winterland. denji is still unsure if he's ready to deal with this and what it might trigger. ignoring it, for now, he's more content to shift his attention to his boyfriend instead. ]
The beard is a big part of Santa's personality, though. [ nothing is serious about this conversation, and it's evident. ] Okay, but ... here's a fun question. Are you into that kinda thing? Dressing up?
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[ when feelings slipped into the mix, he found himself yearning to make the experience more special instead of what he originally wanted to do when he walked into the city, before getting too close to bakugou, all he ever wanted was just casual sex. he just wanted to feel anything but utter crap to the point he didn't care who'd be willing to entertain him, and— thinking back, he's fucking glad it didn't go that way. he really is. he was glad it was bakugou, and it will always be one of the most memorable experiences in his life. he then glanced at the other boy, the corner of his mouth quirked up, unbothered at the way a few strands of hair twirled rebelliously over his eyes. he could almost predict the smack coming his way, the unspoken silent threat. how can anyone look so menacing and calm at the same time? it's so damn sexy. as much as he wanted to test his lover's boundaries, go in for a proper grope, denji wasn't too fond of letting someone else catch a glimpse of their moment together. a hand on the knee and thigh is fine; anything more felt like an invitation to a bored neighbor to enjoy a free show. with that, he pulled his hand away, joining the other. ]
I'm not going to be nice next year. Just saying.
[ the light turned green, and the car rolled smoothly onto the highway, merging with the flow of traffic. a bright exit sign loomed in the distance, and denji flicked on his turn signal, moving into the right lane. he could almost taste that delicious burger already, starved after that long hike and intense workout, so he plans to spoil himself tonight. he scoffed lightly at bakugou's comment, but he kept a certain thought in the privacy of his own mind. listen, how can he confess that bakugou looked good like that? with tears filling each corner of his eyes? overwhelmed, flustered, and a little sprinkle of pleasurable pain? it would come off like a confession of a sadist. he's comfortable with this boy now but not that bold! (yet). ] Ah, I was teasing. But I hope you like it. I had fun planning it.
[ denji takes the turn, the off-ramp curved gently downward, pulling them away from the rush of the highway and onto a quieter stretch of road lined with fast food chains and gas stations. the familiar glow of the burger spot's sign came into view, and considering how popular it is, the waiting line of the drive-through is a testament. snow fell in lazy spirals around them, the flakes illuminated briefly in the glow of the headlights before disappearing into the darkness. shit. if this keeps up, they might wake up in a new winterland. denji is still unsure if he's ready to deal with this and what it might trigger. ignoring it, for now, he's more content to shift his attention to his boyfriend instead. ]
The beard is a big part of Santa's personality, though. [ nothing is serious about this conversation, and it's evident. ] Okay, but ... here's a fun question. Are you into that kinda thing? Dressing up?